Since Women Do Most Delight

He That Unburied Lies Wants Not His Hearse, For Unto Him A Tomb's The Universe.

Times Before You, When Even The Living Men Were Antiquities; When The Living Might Exceed The Dead, And To Depart This World, Could Not Be Properly Said, To Go Unto The Greater Number.

The Man Without A Navel Still Lives In Me.

And Surely, He That Hath Taken The True Altitude Of Things, And Rightly Calculated The Degenerate State Of This Age, Is Not Like To Envy Those That Shall Live In The Next, Much Less Three Or Four Hundred Years Hence, When No Man Can Comfortably Imagine What Face This World Will Carry.

Where I Cannot Satisfy My Reason, I Love To Humour My Fancy.